Chapter 34: Chapter 34

As this woman leads me to the conference room, all I could hear is my racing heartbeat either because of humiliation or probably anger. When the conference room reaches my vision, I can see Dmitri's frustrated face while listening to the men's report across from him. I don't speak the business language but I can tell that the reports aren't satisfying. Once again, I hear Dmitri's stern voice after a while, "You call this thing bullshit," throws the file in the middle of them, and leans forward then rests his elbows on the table while his fingers are held together, then he speaks in a calmer but scarier voice, "Can anyone give me anything that this horseshit?"

Approximately ten people in the meeting room murmur as Dmitri holds his position. I, on the other hand, feel much pressure upon seeing him upset, "Uh-oh, I think I chose the wrong day to visit."

Then the lady excuses her presence, "Hold on, Ms. Anderson, let me tell Mr. Sullivan, that you're here."

So I immediately respond to her as Dmitri's eyes flare at me with his brows still furrowed, "No need, he already saw me." I gulp at the sight of an upset man. I wonder whether he's mad because of the meeting, or he's mad because I went there, acting like a VIP. I sigh and look away.

"Oh, the better," the woman smiles sarcastically, probably hoping that Dmitri would vent out at me. So, she approaches the glass door and announces me. Everyone looks at me, as this woman mentions my name. I suddenly feel pressure with those eyes looking at me. Not long after, Dmitri calls out the meeting, "That's it for today. You are all excuse."

One by one, the gentleman makes their way out of the glass door, and there isn't one man who didn't look at me from head to foot. Then, I accidentally hear them talking. One man probably from his forties says, "Thanks to that beautiful woman, our asses are saved." Then both of them laugh at their own joke.

My eyebrow raises, "So should I be the shock absorber now?", I bite my lips not knowing that Dmitri is already staring at me and that the woman is now in front of me. Because of our height difference, she looks up to me saying, "Mr. Sullivan would like to see you now."

Without even looking or answering back, I pass by her brushing her shoulder to express my ill feelings towards her, and go straight ahead to the conference room. I hear her weakly click her tongue probably cursing me from the inside. But I don't give a damn. Every woman close to him irritates me for no reason.

I clear my throat and straighten my body before presenting myself to him after a long time. I wear nothing special today, just a chic faded old rose pencil cut skirt above the knee, a white flowy sleeveless tops tuck into my skirt, partnered with a coat with the same color pallet as of the skirt and finishing it with a nude Jimmy Choose pointy toe pumps heels.

He looks at me with amusement, I gather he fancies what I'm wearing, and his eyes are stuck in my blossom for a little while, a white skirt shows my red lace brassiere after all. Then he gulps and locks his eyes on mine,

"Avery, what a pleasant surprise," unexpectedly, he cheerfully greets me. Before I could even answer, the woman butts in to ask Dmitri if there's anything she could help him with. Bitch, I say to myself. My face grimaces uncontrollably hearing her unnatural sweet girly voice. Dmitri asks him to leave us instead. "Serves you right, bitch," I scowl.

I hear his chuckles, far away from what I'm imagining the situation would be, the chuckles that he made when we were at his bedroom. My head tilts as I question his reaction.

"You never change, do you?", he murmurs. "You are one jealous girl and that's what I like about you," he starts again with his flowery words.

But this time, I set the boundaries. He made himself clear the last time he said goodbye, that I am just a woman he luckily met.

"No, Mr. Sullivan, actually, a lot has changed," I sarcastically contradict him. I walk near the table, put my clutch bag on the table, and deliberately remove my coat steamingly to expose my sexy shoulders and define collar bone. He gulps and I clearly see his lower muscle moves but I ignore it.

"Well, if this is how you want to go, please have a seat, Ms. Anderson," he says while gesturing the seat to my right.

I nod as a sign of thanks and sit down with my legs crossed diagonally across from him, enough for him to see my sexy toned long legs. His fingers grab the armrests tightly as he sits.

"Well, Mr. Sullivan, I'm Avery Anderson from Manhattan Heights, in case you already forgotten," I smirk and sarcastically open our remarks.

"Forgotten? Who's gonna forget about a goddess beauty like you?", he continues his charm sitting beautifully on his majestic chair. I don't know if it is only me or has the atmosphere become hotter in here the moment I enter.

"Well, didn't you? Isn't that the reason why I wasn't allowed to get into your office, because you never allowed ANY WOMAN, to get in there?", I ask abruptly, with my arms crossed.

He chuckles, "Well, is that the reason why you are being so distant right now? Well, Ava, I have my reasons, and besides, I wanna get out of that meeting so bad, so I need you here as an excuse," then he slides his chair forward in front of my chair, and pulls my chair closer to him that soon makes me loses my balance. So I grab both his shoulders to keep still, then he continues to caress me with his words, "And I want to see you soon so bad, and do things like this to you," he brushes my nose with his fingers as he did back then.